Sometimes, I really don't get you sometimes, Parker. You can be so sweet, yet so mean, and sometimes you can be so open, then closed-up like a flower. I guess I'll call it bittersweet.

But no, it doesn't mean that I'm going to avoid you again or anything like that. You think I can resist you?

Scratch that. You know I can't resist you.

Why is it that everyone else thinks otherwise?

"If you want these feelings to go away, then avoid him. It's not that hard."

"Did your eye grade go up or something?"

"He's your crush? Ew."

But even if I regularly receive comments like that, I don't get discouraged. Because even if they don't find you hot, or worth it to be bothered fussing over, then it's their loss and it's their problem. It just goes to show that they're missing out on a really fantastic person who has a different perspective on things than most people.

I think that's what I like about you most, Parker. They tell you hurtful things, and yet you don't let them see how you're affected by these words. You show them that their opinion doesn't matter, because all they ever do is judge you from the outside, and never the inside.

I admire you, Parker Benedict Stykes. I wish I could have that kind of demeanor someday.